To a Fellow Human...

Just STOP before continuing with that sad Christmas story about the boy without money/clothing/hands who wants to buy shoes/food/a new push-up bra for his mother/grandmother/teacher. I can't even think about stupid stray cats and dogs out in the cold during this time of year, let alone restrain my corny embarrassing tears due to some sentimental, convaluted, probably made-up story you heard from a friend of a friend.